You
Smile too wide
Laugh too loud
Keep your heart hidden
Behind a happy cloud.
Too early to worry
You tell yourself
No reason to fear
Hold it together till
The Doctor gets here.
Another “routine” mammo
Feels more like ten rounds,
But results were good
“Nothing negative was found.”
You heave a sigh of relief
Some celebratin’s in store
You can pick up your life
On your way out the door.
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